Tastemaker

I loved him long before Walk The Line and Gladiator so it was an apoplectic moment when Joaquin Phoenix stumbled by me on Mercer Street in Soho this past Saturday. He was wearing an oversized red hooded sweatshirt, de rigeur dark sunglasses, and jeans cascading in a puddle around his feet while sucking the life out of a cigarette. No state of dishevelment however could hide that gorgeous, clear, deeply olive skin...you can take the star out of Hollywood but you can't take the Hollywood out of the star... Unless of course you're Harvey Keitel who I nearly collided with not 5 minutes later. We actually had some eye contact that made me think my face registered in his brain however it was mildly unnerving coming from someone who actually exudes the kind of palpable energy one might expect from him. Hair a mess, no sunglasses, very mismatched sweats that screamed "my-dad-plays-tennis-at-the-local-junior-high-school", and pushing a baby stroller?! Is Harvey a new dad? Could be. Nonetheless, I think I actually saw magnetic, mystical waves radiating from his body as he strode by.
-The Snark